Today you have some reading to do, dear - er - reader.
The article first appeared in the UK edition of VICE, but has become better known since appearing on its US sister site. And as articles about the subject that are, at least in part, about "us", it's as good as anything I've read since Tanya Bunsell's seminal Strong and Hard Women. Yes, there is a bit of laziness on the part of author Lucas Oakeley - we are all "schmoes", the use of the word "goddess" to describe desirable women is not the exclusive domain of the female muscle lovin' community, and surely these days it's camshows, rather than the more "traditional" sessions, that are really the most "lucrative" way for a Female Bodybuilder to spend her time. However, and here's the acid test, I finished the article and felt informed. Especially interesting (to me) was a large chunk of the "fascination with muscular women is not new" section, as well as the extended Skype interview with HerBiceps overlord Michael Eckstut.
It's a long read - the fact that it appears in the VICE "Long Reads" section is a clue - but as I say, well worth the effort. I'd be interested to hear your own reactions (via the comment box below or by emailing me direct: 6ft1swell@gmail.com).
INSIDE THE LUCRATIVE WORLD OF FEMALE MUSCLE WORSHIP
Showing posts with label Sessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sessions. Show all posts
Friday, 17 August 2018
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Tube Watch
Seems like not very long since our last round-up of recent YouTube clips, but we've certainly collected more than enough to fill another post, so, we thought, why not?
WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MUSCLE WOMAN
The girl can't help it! I do especially like the way our worshipper loses the ability to finish even the most basic sentences, and, finally, the ability to articulate words.
It's sort of comforting to know that The Madness can strike the ladies just as much as it can us fellas, although I'm more than a little jealous of how much more physical access (and free physical access at that) a woman going ga-ga over a muscle woman can get!
See also: IFBB Physique pro Sarah-Aude Salbot getting felt up by a female admirer this time last year in Miami (where - in my head - women like Sarah-Aude walking down the street wearing not very much are such a common sight the locals are immune).
WHEN A MEN LOVES A MUSCLE WOMAN
In the normal scheme of things, MuscleSportTV is not an essential watch, but one of its shows - the imaginatively named Gregg & Joe TV - hosted by Gregg (Valentino) and Joe (Pietaro) turned out to be more interesting than most. Gregg and Joe interview "Big Daddy" Chris, a New Yorker and session regular. It's a tad cruder than I would ideally like it to be, but once I had suppressed my inner prude, I found it mighty refreshing.
The interview starts at 6.52
This may not the most respectful discussion of the topic, but I like how unapologetic Chris is, his disdain for the "schmoe" label, and his love of FBBs at their most vascular, when they look like "a GPS road map", as he puts it. The fact that Joe also confesses to being a female muscle head as well but only pleasuring himself and being (rightly) jealous of Chris' experiences is another aspect of the piece I can identify with!
From the gutter to the ballet we go (perhaps feeling we need to restore FMS' highbrow credentials at this point) [you're more deluded than I thought - ed.] with Oksana Grishina going back to her conservatory roots for a collaboration with Boris Ivanov (pianist and co-director) and Konstantin Frolov. The music is not the greatest, and there's far too much fading to Boris for my liking, but there's no denying how impressive Oksana is. The 10 or so seconds after the 1.54 mark is truly breathtaking.
The error in the title (for the benefit of our non-English-speaking readers: men is plural, One Man's Dream would be correct) may, for all I know, be entirely deliberate. Perhaps the filmmakers are commenting on the fact that what we think are our individual muscle woman fantasies are actually shared collective fantasies.
Or something.
GLAMMED AND TANNED
Best Muscle Video continues to delight with its edits of individual women, both amateur and professional, at recent shows. Our pick of the recent amateur bunch are the very watchable Gisselle Cole (Figure) and Chrissy Cuellar (Physique).
Meanwhile, they have started (I hope there will be more) to put up footage from the St. Louis Pro this year, with veteran FBB turned Physique Master Candice Carr and the gorgeous Katie Lee already ready to view. Our pick of the pros from that show and from the channel recently though is Krista Dunn. Make it past the abs and thigh at 2.40 and you will have lasted longer than me [that's "highbrow"?! - ed.]
For more Euro-centric delights, Lara Tasharofi, the Austrian winner of this year's NABBA Slovakia, gives quite the glute-show, but Body-Xtreme's coverage of the Physique class at the recent German Championships is truly essential viewing. Despite their jobs depending on it, the Research Department haven't yet been able to identify the last of the posers (or indeed any of them) but whoever she is, she is very special.
Enjoy!
WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MUSCLE WOMAN
The girl can't help it! I do especially like the way our worshipper loses the ability to finish even the most basic sentences, and, finally, the ability to articulate words.
It's sort of comforting to know that The Madness can strike the ladies just as much as it can us fellas, although I'm more than a little jealous of how much more physical access (and free physical access at that) a woman going ga-ga over a muscle woman can get!
See also: IFBB Physique pro Sarah-Aude Salbot getting felt up by a female admirer this time last year in Miami (where - in my head - women like Sarah-Aude walking down the street wearing not very much are such a common sight the locals are immune).
WHEN A MEN LOVES A MUSCLE WOMAN
In the normal scheme of things, MuscleSportTV is not an essential watch, but one of its shows - the imaginatively named Gregg & Joe TV - hosted by Gregg (Valentino) and Joe (Pietaro) turned out to be more interesting than most. Gregg and Joe interview "Big Daddy" Chris, a New Yorker and session regular. It's a tad cruder than I would ideally like it to be, but once I had suppressed my inner prude, I found it mighty refreshing.
The interview starts at 6.52
This may not the most respectful discussion of the topic, but I like how unapologetic Chris is, his disdain for the "schmoe" label, and his love of FBBs at their most vascular, when they look like "a GPS road map", as he puts it. The fact that Joe also confesses to being a female muscle head as well but only pleasuring himself and being (rightly) jealous of Chris' experiences is another aspect of the piece I can identify with!
From the gutter to the ballet we go (perhaps feeling we need to restore FMS' highbrow credentials at this point) [you're more deluded than I thought - ed.] with Oksana Grishina going back to her conservatory roots for a collaboration with Boris Ivanov (pianist and co-director) and Konstantin Frolov. The music is not the greatest, and there's far too much fading to Boris for my liking, but there's no denying how impressive Oksana is. The 10 or so seconds after the 1.54 mark is truly breathtaking.
The error in the title (for the benefit of our non-English-speaking readers: men is plural, One Man's Dream would be correct) may, for all I know, be entirely deliberate. Perhaps the filmmakers are commenting on the fact that what we think are our individual muscle woman fantasies are actually shared collective fantasies.
Or something.
GLAMMED AND TANNED
Best Muscle Video continues to delight with its edits of individual women, both amateur and professional, at recent shows. Our pick of the recent amateur bunch are the very watchable Gisselle Cole (Figure) and Chrissy Cuellar (Physique).
Meanwhile, they have started (I hope there will be more) to put up footage from the St. Louis Pro this year, with veteran FBB turned Physique Master Candice Carr and the gorgeous Katie Lee already ready to view. Our pick of the pros from that show and from the channel recently though is Krista Dunn. Make it past the abs and thigh at 2.40 and you will have lasted longer than me [that's "highbrow"?! - ed.]
For more Euro-centric delights, Lara Tasharofi, the Austrian winner of this year's NABBA Slovakia, gives quite the glute-show, but Body-Xtreme's coverage of the Physique class at the recent German Championships is truly essential viewing. Despite their jobs depending on it, the Research Department haven't yet been able to identify the last of the posers (or indeed any of them) but whoever she is, she is very special.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, 28 November 2017
Fan-tasy: Desperately Seeking
Our final Fan-tasy comes from an anonymous author - he didn't even wish his internet alias to be given out, for reasons which may become clear as you read on. Many thanks to him for sharing his experiences, and for all his hard work putting together this post.
I am living the dream.
This is my fourth session with her, but although the previous three were the best three I have ever had - and I have had a few - nothing about them made me think that my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. I was quite unprepared for what was going to happen next as I, dry-mouthed with anticipation, knocked on the hotel room door.
It opens. I smile. Hey! How...?
She pulls me inside with such incredible force I have to grab her rock hard arms to steady myself. At once her mouth is on mine, her tongue exploring, her breath heavy and passionate. Before I know it she has my jacket off. Buttons fly as she rips open my shirt and her mouth moves onto my chest, sucking on my left then my right nipple.
My head spins as she expertly opens my fly and I feel her hand clamp tight onto my crotch and that force is working again, pushing me round, pushing me back until I hit the bed and am thrown backwards onto it. Whoosh! She has removed my trousers and pants with one mighty tug. I lift my head and see her slipping effortlessly out of her slip of a leopard-print dress, her eyes fixed on my hard, throbbing cock.
She'd competed the week before - I had made damn sure of the booking as soon as I knew she was definitely competing - and her naked body was a truly orgasmic sight. Muscles refilled but much of her contest definition was still there. I wanted to tell her she should have won, it had been part of my pre-prepared opening patter for the session (along with "I couldn't wait to see you again" and "Don't you look stunning?"), a line I had practised over and over in front of the mirror. Small talk, it was clear to me now, was not going to be necessary, but there was a voice, a voice inside my head saying "Remember her now, remember her now..." over and over and over.
I do. I can close my eyes and the image of her standing there comes back to me in stunning clarity. Her bronzed skin, her abs contracting as she inhaled, the veins and striations exploding all over her upper body, which seemed to dounle in size as she hit a most muscular and let out what I would describe as the growl of a tigress in heat.
And without any warning I felt myself cumming.
Not the usual spurt-spurt-spurt, it just poured out in one continuous gush.
I think I may well have writhed around a bit, but it's all something of a blur. I think my head went back into the bed as I arched my back. I definitely yelled out though - nothing intelligible, not a word or anything like that; just a loud, sustained yell.
If the session had stopped right there, perhaps five minutes in, I would have felt it was worth every single penny, but she wasn't finished with me yet, not nearly.
Over the next couple of hours she rode my cock forwards and backwards. She flexed as I felt her up. She climaxed as she felt herself up. She stood over me and squatted onto my face as I licked and sucked her truly magnificent clitoris, and she lay back on the bed and forced my face between her legs and climaxed again and again. She clamped my cock between her forearm and bicep and made both pop. She forced my face into her hard pecs until I couldn't breathe then relaxed them for a moment before forcing me back into them again. And when I really was about to pass out, she released me, went over to the mirror and masturbated to the sight of her own body. I watched her, voice in my head again - "Remember her now, remember her now..."
I wondered afterwards why. Why me? Why with such total abandon? Surely this goddess didn't actually fancy me that much. I'm no pig, but I'm no Adonis either. So, why? A fourth session bonus for all her clients perhaps? Had I just got lucky and arrived after a guy who had started the engine but not ridden off on the bike?
I've seen her since. Twice. Same result, but nothing like the forcefulness or the wordlessness. I'm lucky my fantasy has come true, but now it's come true more than once I have realised nothing will ever beat that first time. Diminishing returns.
I needed a new fantasy. And I got one.
It's very similar to the first, but now there is another woman there. Not another female bodybuilder, this other woman has come with me. We are a couple, and we share the same fantasy. These sessions have become (one of) our regular date-nights.
We both get muscle f***ed.
I guess it's not a lonely hearts ad that stands to get a lot of replies - M4fitW to share workout tips, good food, good conversation, off-the-beaten-track travel and mutual sessions with top Female Bodybuilder. Must be non-smoker. But you never know...
I am living the dream.
This is my fourth session with her, but although the previous three were the best three I have ever had - and I have had a few - nothing about them made me think that my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. I was quite unprepared for what was going to happen next as I, dry-mouthed with anticipation, knocked on the hotel room door.
It opens. I smile. Hey! How...?
She pulls me inside with such incredible force I have to grab her rock hard arms to steady myself. At once her mouth is on mine, her tongue exploring, her breath heavy and passionate. Before I know it she has my jacket off. Buttons fly as she rips open my shirt and her mouth moves onto my chest, sucking on my left then my right nipple.
My head spins as she expertly opens my fly and I feel her hand clamp tight onto my crotch and that force is working again, pushing me round, pushing me back until I hit the bed and am thrown backwards onto it. Whoosh! She has removed my trousers and pants with one mighty tug. I lift my head and see her slipping effortlessly out of her slip of a leopard-print dress, her eyes fixed on my hard, throbbing cock.
She'd competed the week before - I had made damn sure of the booking as soon as I knew she was definitely competing - and her naked body was a truly orgasmic sight. Muscles refilled but much of her contest definition was still there. I wanted to tell her she should have won, it had been part of my pre-prepared opening patter for the session (along with "I couldn't wait to see you again" and "Don't you look stunning?"), a line I had practised over and over in front of the mirror. Small talk, it was clear to me now, was not going to be necessary, but there was a voice, a voice inside my head saying "Remember her now, remember her now..." over and over and over.
I do. I can close my eyes and the image of her standing there comes back to me in stunning clarity. Her bronzed skin, her abs contracting as she inhaled, the veins and striations exploding all over her upper body, which seemed to dounle in size as she hit a most muscular and let out what I would describe as the growl of a tigress in heat.
And without any warning I felt myself cumming.
Not the usual spurt-spurt-spurt, it just poured out in one continuous gush.
I think I may well have writhed around a bit, but it's all something of a blur. I think my head went back into the bed as I arched my back. I definitely yelled out though - nothing intelligible, not a word or anything like that; just a loud, sustained yell.
If the session had stopped right there, perhaps five minutes in, I would have felt it was worth every single penny, but she wasn't finished with me yet, not nearly.
Over the next couple of hours she rode my cock forwards and backwards. She flexed as I felt her up. She climaxed as she felt herself up. She stood over me and squatted onto my face as I licked and sucked her truly magnificent clitoris, and she lay back on the bed and forced my face between her legs and climaxed again and again. She clamped my cock between her forearm and bicep and made both pop. She forced my face into her hard pecs until I couldn't breathe then relaxed them for a moment before forcing me back into them again. And when I really was about to pass out, she released me, went over to the mirror and masturbated to the sight of her own body. I watched her, voice in my head again - "Remember her now, remember her now..."
I wondered afterwards why. Why me? Why with such total abandon? Surely this goddess didn't actually fancy me that much. I'm no pig, but I'm no Adonis either. So, why? A fourth session bonus for all her clients perhaps? Had I just got lucky and arrived after a guy who had started the engine but not ridden off on the bike?
I've seen her since. Twice. Same result, but nothing like the forcefulness or the wordlessness. I'm lucky my fantasy has come true, but now it's come true more than once I have realised nothing will ever beat that first time. Diminishing returns.
I needed a new fantasy. And I got one.
It's very similar to the first, but now there is another woman there. Not another female bodybuilder, this other woman has come with me. We are a couple, and we share the same fantasy. These sessions have become (one of) our regular date-nights.
We both get muscle f***ed.
I guess it's not a lonely hearts ad that stands to get a lot of replies - M4fitW to share workout tips, good food, good conversation, off-the-beaten-track travel and mutual sessions with top Female Bodybuilder. Must be non-smoker. But you never know...
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